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  1. Catherine Clarke
    Catherine Clarke at |

    Colleen, in your response to me you mentioned the warmth of an inn after a cold day; well it reminded me when I used to ski in the French mountains of Savoie or in the Alps, after the exhiliration of descending the slopes, I used to go into the farms, where the cattle were and I would go in the stables (when permitted), I loved the warmth of the cattle and their breaths. It was so comforting and peaceful and it smelled of fresh hay.

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  2. Catherine Clarke
    Catherine Clarke at |

    This year I had the best Christmas in the last 7 years. I went on a walking holiday with an organised group in the beautiful county of Shropshire. We walked every day (9 to 10 miles). It was cold, windy and sometimes wet but oh my, what a challenge it was. When we came back to the hotel, exhilirated, a warm, mulled wine and cakes were waiting for us. In the evening we had games – skittles, quizzes and so forth. On Christmas Day we had bucks’ fizz and were even given a present. All the people were friendly and we had time to talk to a lot of people – even in these 5 days I had time to make a new friend. Today we left with the snow on the hills. It was magic.

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  3. Ariane
    Ariane at |

    Lovely write-up, Colleen. Hope you’re enjoying, savouring and welcoming the holidays!

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  4. Elinor Warkentin
    Elinor Warkentin at |

    If all else fails, run away for Christmas. Far far away. Like to Iceland. I did! It’s fabulous here. They have 13 Yule lads instead of 1 Santa. They have tour guides named Thor (sigh). They give each other books for Christmas and stay home and read. They have lava craters, outdoor hotbaths, no army and well-subsidized working daycare….
    And as they say, ‘A change is as good as a rest.”

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